Mother bird

My children are behaving with contentious spirit today as we prepare for school. In an attempt to escape from the mood, I looked out our window longingly. In my escape, I found birds upon our wall in the back yard, and had hope. I wonder though, if the little bird-children fight with one another, make messes, and if they are selfish and lazy. I think for a day, I'd like to be a bird so I could fly away anytime my children drove me insane, excusing myself as I say it's so I can get food for the little dears. Wouldn't it be fun to feed your children worms? It would be as much punishment as spinach. These are the types of pressing thoughts that I'm happy I can have escape into the void.